Dior kicks
Burberry belt
Gold on my teeth
You already know


Who the fuck he think he is?
Who?
Who the fuck he think he is?
Who?


Who the fuck he think he is?
Who?
Who the fuck he think he is?
Stepped in this bitch all dripped out


Gotta bad model with me and her tits out
Stones in my ear go bling blow
Got 20k on me that's a freestyle
Ok, hoes say


I’m too egotistical they miserable
Fuck it i’ll still take her home and fuck her
Till she pigeon toed
Never taking breaks i'm hitting

Licks in different intervals
Money long baby this ain’t nothing
Like an interlude
See me in the streets when you greet me


Step around the shoes
Easy, Balmain
Audemar, Gold Chains
Freeway, big body


Sliding in, both lanes
These n***as bite but they hate on the low
I don’t ask the price when I pay at the store
You know I’m strizzy I usually don’t brag


See they counting on me
Cuz i'm good with the math
Huh Dior kicks
Burberry belt


Gold on my teeth
You already know
Who the fuck he think he is?
Who?

Who the fuck he think he is?
Who?
Who the fuck he think he is?
Who?


Who the fuck he think he is?
Fresh out the bag still got the tag
Stay in my ash my music got class
Taste left a stain my ass woah


Confusing me, jewelry
Give me the cash
Fusing me have me all aggy
Attacking me lord I don’t know


Why they mad at me
We could be building but shit is a tragedy
You could be better but since are lesser
Address me as majesty yes sir


Wilding who the fuck I think am
Huh who this fuck I think I am
Seymour
Lil shop of horror

Gotta feed more you catch the axe
Sweatin my cool
Condensation ain’t good for my suede dude
Get off my shoes


Fuck all the rules
I dipped it in true but you think it’s ruse
Why you so rude all on the patch
And all in the heart


They hope I go missing man
All on the cart
Eye on my body guard
Uglyface n***a don’t want know drama


Man let this start
Fresh off my tour tales
Wit dolla no problems it goes well
Aye